It's all Holy until you start to shootholes in it
An oppressive life masquerading asparadise
There was nothing remotely attractivein it
I still saw that glimmer, though
The one that people give off, the onesometimes hidden
It pulled me, made me want to claim
A certain past that's not my own
But is passable to most in casualconversations
Lumbering overhead, I appreciate yourcandor
Your appropriately doled advice
The way you created community aroundyou
With little more than a pool cue
But nothing more than a rat I am,
Hanging on to the scraps left by yourcircle
I try, I try, I try again
I make believe it's all about mysalvation
And the fact that I was given none fromthe start
She hadn't been saved either
But eyes caught across a room
Familiarity turned interest into weakspark
But you needed a chaperone,
Someone to keep you from being who youwere
A supposed man, one would guess
So I sit idly by, watching her wilessink in
Later,
I hear the rumors, I retell the tales
I can't believe either one, becauseboth
Sit on my brain, droll as can be
Did the scary woman really kiss youthat way?
Or did your faith play tricks on you?
It's not just the pious—
Everyone wants what they can't have
And you'll live the rest of your days
Living as one, with thoughts ofanother.
